Never let them take you alive

I guess I'd say my weekend was fantastic.(Guess? no, It was.)

Thursday after school I went back down to the skate park. I"ve been spending much more time there lately... We went and got Dairy Queen and apparently at the restraunt beside the park, someone broke the sewer pipe...ew. Anyway, the dude that owns said restraunt came over on Friday and told us if we tell him who did it, we get free burritos for a year. I'm down with that.

And Saturday, I went and SAW FUCKING BLINK 182 IN CONCERT!!!!! I'm so happy about that. I bought a shirt there that Abby describes as looking like a scene kid threw up on it... it so fucking colourful. :) I got home at 4 am the next day (I guess that's today...) and haven't been able to sleep. I figure I'll go down to the skate park after school again tomorrow, but it depends. The parents are in Vegas till tuesday so I have FREEDOM!

Anyway, this is pretty much a random update. Sorry I haven't posted in ages, I'm really busy. And I'm cramming my weekends with things to keep me away from home.

And now Zach is calling me...

Love you all. :)

 

I'm going to blame it all on hormones.

My friend had gone to a Marilyn Manson show a while back, she just showed me her photos. And awkwardly, it occured to me that the guitarist is attractive.

There, I said it.

Stupid hormones.

I'm in so much pain today, it's horrible. This just makes me despise PE even more. Ohwell, I guess thats what I get for being out of shape, right? :)

So, since we have Fridays off now, I've no idea what to do with myself. I want to put on something comfortable and go thrift and antique shopping over in the hippie dominated part of town, but I think today I'll spend trying to lossen these muscles and wash my hair. Maybe tomorrow?

I'm wondering- Does anyone else get emails from MySpace telling you what your friends are doing if you haven't logged on for more than a week?

I just about need o see Taking Woodstock. :)

I guess you can consider this an update in which I say nothing at all? I don't know, but that's what if feels like I'm doing.

 

loves, Kathryn

Hi!

So, I started high school today. I have a psycho drill sergent for a PE coach, and a lady who likes to talk about how all us teens are little rosebuds that our parents should watch slowly bloom. yeah, well...

I may not be posting as much, cause my school runs until 4 in the afternoon and then I have to walk home. I doubt I'll be taking much photos, maybe on the weekends (We don't have school on fridays! yay!)

 

Buuut, with all this highschool bullshit, I'm going to have to be working harder than usual to keep up. So, I just wanted to let you guys know I may not be on as much. In the mean time, I'd like to take up another project, like my Phobia project and my 365 Days of Insanity. If anyone has any suggestions for projects, leave me them in comments. :)

 

Love, Kathryn.

If you have nothing to do with about 30 minutes of your lufe, I strongly suggest you watch this.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RXu7NwO9L34

 

And no, the begining wasn't meant to be insulting, I'm just in a bad mood. Sorry.

So, i guess I'll call this a crappy update.

I'm completely amazed by this girl: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z1zda_S92V8

Haha "it's not my fault that shit dissappears when you press me!"

Annnnnyway, I have a good feeling about this month. I have a certain person that I'm really having a great time talking to. :) He should be in town this friday. maybe plans can be arranged.

I've got pretzels to eat, even though I feel sick right now...

oh, one more: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z1zda_S92V8

Ok, I am soooo sorry I'm swo far behind on my photos... It's been like, three weeks or something? I'm very sorry. I promise to catch up as much as I can, as soon as I can.

I can't use being busy as an excuse... hah.

Anyway, Warped Tour was about two days ago... I didn't get any good photos because 1. My camera is slightly (mostly) broken and 2. I was too busy moshing to do anything. It was fantastic, though. I fineally got to see Bad Religion!! I've been trying to get tickets to see them for a while.

I am, however, coming up withm some good/bad photo ideas I'm planning to bring to life soon. I'll post them soon as I can.

 

Love, Kat.

gah.

anyone else notice that during long, overdone sex scenes, people often find random things to talk about to fill in the silence?

"uuuhm, nice flowers over there..."

"where? on the screen? yeah, never thought of that before..."

"I meant the one's on your table."

 

yeah...

I'm so vexed right now.

"Do you fear death?" "You have no idea."

This will be the summer of movies, books, and one obsession.

Two random things about me:
1. I always carry around a number of things that make me "Me". A slip of paper bearing a metaphor, lyrics written on my wrist, a hairpin hidden, and two necklaces, one around my neck and one hidden clasped above me heart but ending on my stomach. And a piece of eight in my shoe. or my pocket. Depends.

2. I'm always with a song stuck in my head, sadly it's always the same song.

Wow, love, how I hate mixed signals.

I have a dress? woah, where'd that come from? even more surprising, I'm wearing it at the moment. Odd.

Eunuchs. All of them.

So I graduated Jr. High School today... The ceremony was extensive, sweaty, and irritating, but at least no one tripped, I formed a friendship based on watching eachother's backs during promotion with Caleb, and I obviously graduated. And I decided that I really don't care who sees me dancing, i love doing it anyway.

I broke up with the boyfriend today. welll, he broke up with me... in a text message... whatever. I don't care, I really do plan on still being close friends, no matter how cliche that sounds. Here's luck to you, Michael.

Wow. I'm going to miss me Jr. High... odd to hear me say it, I've almost despised this place after the first few weeks of my first year there. But I am going to miss it. That school has seen the most of my growing up, opening new eyes, and learning to survive. It's hallways hold most of my adolescent memories, and it's auditorium hosts my newfound love of acting. It's rafters are my veins. Thats all I need to say.

Sure, the highschool may be interesting, but I'm not really looking forward to it. there's irony to you.

I'm almost getting tired.

And this promises to be a very eventful summer.

This promises to be a very eventful summer already.

Field trip to go bowling and see a movie today!

thats all.

I still have no clue.

 

Graduation is soon... friday, to be exact. I've mixed feelings about this. And we had to have this horrible "promotion practice" or whatever all day yesterday. I'll admit I did enjoy that one. Gave me something different to do.

I have this song stuck in my head: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E305bcG5JNU   I love that  movie. :)

So the school year is winding down. Next year, I'm going to be at the high school... god. It's almost really depressing (I don't know why) to think I'm leaving this place. My old school. And there's no traces that I used to be there except the crappy lyrics I wrote in my math book. Even the locker is completely bare, no tape residue to say I used to exist there.

So, I really need to break up with my botfriend. I really do like him, just not in that way. Just as a good friend, but I'm not sure how to tell him that without sounding really cheap and bitchy. And I do hate to hurt someone.

To be happier, I took some photos I like, I've a new dress for graduation, and summer is soon. :)

I have a "roll model"  now.

I'm drawng a new picture, of the rolll model. sadly it's really crappy.

I'm attempting to re learn guitar.

Yes, I have a new obsession too.

I've something I wish I could speak of.

I toppled a line of motorcycles yesterday...

 

Brown Sugar- The Rolling Stones
Down to Earth- Peter Gabriel
Boy in the Bubble- Paul Simon
Hound Dog- Elvis Presley
White Houses- Vanessa Carlton
Hysteria- Muse
Ten Million Slaves- Otis Taylor
Johnny Cash- Hurt
Graceland- Paul Simon
Piano Man- Billy Joel
We Want the Airwaves-Ramones
Don't Look Back in Anger- Oasis
Punk Bitch- 3OH!3
Let's Dance to Joy Division- The Wombats
Love Song- Wingnut Dishwasher's Union
Love Song- The Cure
I've Got You Under My Skin- Frank Sinatra
The Captain and The Hourglass- Laura Marling
Gimme Shelter- The Rolling Stones
Let It Be- The Beatles
Grapevine Fires- Death Cab For Cutie
Ace of Spades- Motorhead
Pretty Handsom Awkward- The Used
My Only- Goodnight Nurse
Music Was My First Love- John Miles



(music was my first love, it's sure to be my last.)
(Story of my life.)

So, I've always had this thing I do... I see days, smells, numbers, words, ets. as colours. ( ex. The smell of gasoline is yellow, 3 is lime green, and Wednesday is orange.)

I never knew what this meant, but I found out it's called Synesthesia.

Ha, I now have a name for my confusion! woo!

 

Truth be told, this amuses me to all extent.

I've sadly lost two good friends this year, though I believe it's for the best. (No, they're not dead. Cruel words and sick phrases were exchanged, and we all agreed that we're not friends anymore.) Actually, I feel loads better. Both had changed so much it was causing me to have a slight identity crisis, and now that I'm able to let go of them, I think I'll do much better at becoming who I wish to be.

I've no regrets, truely, however mean that sounds.

I'm attempting to make amends with some of the people I've hurt this year, the ones I value.

I'm going to be writing out some monthly resouloutions soon. I do this every month, but they never happen, so one of my resoloutions is to start actually doing my resoloutions. haha.

Oddly, I've realized many of my morals have changed a lot this past month. I'm not sure why, but this slightly scares me. I feel like I'm forcing myself to grow up too fast. (But what is better? Growing up too fast or growing up too slow?)

I'm going to be going to highschool next year, which is slightly freaking me out, yet I'm very excited at the same time. I plan to enjoy those years, though I know I may or may not.

More photos shall come once I manage to take them.

 

Song of the day: The Captain and The Hourglass by Laura Marling

I'm apologizing for being so far behind in the 365 project, I had some major school work that needed getting done. Sorry, people. I promise to attempt to get up to date soon.

I'm afraid I'll grow up into someone (something) unamazing.

I wish I had the imagination to streach on like and endless highway.

(I fail to interest even myself.)

Sorry the 365 projects gone to shit. I hope to finish it.

 

 

 

 

 

Someday.

 

(With the death of Jeremy I can't think much beyone guns and blood. I can't breathe much more than false promises, I can think much more than)

 Who am I kidding? Like I had any talent in the first place. I'm just another hack with a crappy camera trying to make something out of it. (instead i drown in it)

I don't need boys, I don't care, I don't need them, all the stupid asshole motherfuckers.

I hate him so much, he's the only one who has known me long enough to fuck me over like this, so thats exactly what he's doing. fuck. SHIT.

I hate them all, all those fake clones.

Why can't I find someone who can actually care about me? Every godamned boy has just proved that I'm an idiot, they all just use me as a publicity thing, no one actually cares. can anyone apreciate me for who I am? or do i need to act the part?

 

FUCK. IT. ALL.

 

I have the total status of a fucking groupie.

This night, it's existance is simply like rabies to me.
it's insane and hoping to be shot,
just to watch the blood escape it's wounds, to watch the life drain away until all hope for existance is gone.
I can't wait to see you in a pool of my own blood, splattered on the walls and against my skin.
The contarst of pale and deep red is such a sweet feeling.
This was never supposed to happen, but still the rusted trash of your New York tells me the tales of all their lies and insanity, their sex and shootings,the very gutters I've left you to drown in.
Screaming, bloody hell, won't you just leave us yet? we're sure it would be soon, not so it would be silent.
I'm killing off your memories, tearing out the very nails that hold up everything I know. we're both dying tonight, one physically. the other mentaly. Like a curse.
So give me a cure for this cancer, eat it when I'm turning black.
It's almost as if I'm pleading to myself, holding this two sided shit of a conversation. we're getting nowhere, And now I'm choking on blood.
oh the sick taste, so sweet, so corrosive.
I'm waiting for a lifeline, made of human flesh and insanity's bones.
So throw down your wretched whores to save me soul, and I'm burning in my hell as the angels stand laughing...